I have been enticed by the soulless, tinted glassed, open place of the office block reception. Full of reflections of other corridors, lights, and men whose job it is to sit there and stare into the night. It's the loneliness that gets me.
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Sunday, 2 March 2014
The Night Watch, not quite Rembrandt
I have been enticed by the soulless, tinted glassed, open place of the office block reception. Full of reflections of other corridors, lights, and men whose job it is to sit there and stare into the night. It's the loneliness that gets me.
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